He propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. . ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent.
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